"The Omegas Go To Hell" genre: Alternative Metal
	lo fi play (dial-up) hi fi play (broadband) download (3.3 MB)	email track to a friend	add to My.MP3
	With a driving beat, a thrashing riff and a scream for lyrics this song just rocks!
	CD: The Omegas Go To Hell Credits: Words and Music by Hrisko
	Story Behind the Song I came home from work one day and felt like Hell. I picked up my guitar and this song just wrote itself. The desparation and hopelessness of life crept in around me and I couldn't stop the notes from expressing the mood. When I took it to Sticks, the drummer, he immediately came up with an excellent, hard-banging, driving beat to go with the riff. Viola, we had another sure-fire crowd pleaser. Lyrics Wakin' up in a park the days keep comin' faster Livin' out on the road flirtin' with disaster Hear the rooster scream at dawn time it has no meaning We're unemployed, without a gig, the sun is up and beaming Things look bad, our lives ain't goin' well We've pawned everything, there's nothin' left to sell Times get tough and the Omegas go to Hell You're goin' with us now the Omegas go to Hell Beggin' dimes all the time people are all misers. We're so down and all alone the dump keeps looking nicer. Getting funds by beating bums- some people call it theiving But when we're done we got to run and now we must be leaving. We played indoors every gig and didn't mind the weather. We gave it ever'thing we had our shows were Hell for leather. Harken back, long ago, our fans were all screaming But looking back it's so unclear, perhaps we were just dreaming.

Copyright notice. All material on MP3.com is protected by copyright law and by international treaties. You may download this material and make reasonable number of copies of this material only for your own personal use. You may not otherwise reproduce, distribute, publicly perform, publicly display, or create derivative works of this material, unless authorized by the appropriate copyright owner(s).